As a single gal, cooking for one is fun, but there’s a problem: many ingredients aren’t sold that way. Herbs, for example. So many great recipes call for fresh herbs, but in small doses — unfortunately, they’re rarely sold in small amounts at the grocery store. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve had to toss excess herbs that have dried out or gone rancid after only a few days of sitting in the fridge. Such a waste. If only there was an easy way to keep herbs fresh that didn’t involve rigging a makeshift greenhouse in your refrigerator. Oh wait, there is! This set of three herb pods from the Spoon Sisters stores your herbs and keeps them fresh for up to three weeks. Plus, the windowed design put them on display, which would totally give my fridge — which is mostly stocked with Diet Coke and hot sauce — a dose of pretty.
Listen, I don’t ask for much. But this outdoor portable grill with deep bucket for optional deep frying? I am asking you, world, for this. The Blacktop 360 grill includes a deep-fryer right in the middle so you can make French fries to go along with your burgers. It also includes a griddle, warming plate and something called an infrared grill, which sounds a bit space age-y. It’s completely portable too, so you can take it to the backyard, to parties, on dates — wherever!
I could only imagine how powerful I would you feel beating eggs with this Wonder Woman KitchenAid mixer. I can stop a souffle cold, make the egg whites fold! All while wearing red, white, and blue lycra! Too bad it’s not actually available for purchase. Sigh. [Laughing Squid]
When I think of my dating history, I see in my mind’s eye a series of meals, some wonderfully romantic, others not so much. Because dating and dinner are so intertwined in my memory, I bring you, my eight most memorable meals with men. Keep reading »
When food has replaced sex in your relationship, it’s pretty much over. If you’re a month or so into a relationship and you both find yourself face-planting bowls of pasta on a Friday night instead of giving yourselves reason to clean your sheets on Saturday morning, something is not right. Favorite foods are not a substitute for favorite sexual positions. Keep reading »
Last week, in honor of our mission to “Get Bitchin’ In The Kitchen,” I asked you to send me your favorite recipes for a forthcoming slideshow. Well, I got so many recipes that one slideshow just ain’t gonna suffice. Instead, I’m posting the recipes over the course of the week — and there’s still two days left, so you still have time to send me your recipes (to firstname.lastname@example.org)! Today we’ve got 11 recipes from readers, for dishes like minestrone soup, braised pork chops, zucchini bread, and much more. Needless to say, I am starving now.
Men know how to cook, because we have the right incentive to cook. Once upon a time, when men were men and women were women and men were cartoon gorillas and women were porcelain princesses, the man made money and the woman made casseroles. Men stayed out of the kitchen, and women stayed out of the workplace.
But times change. For instance: in the 1960s, people drove their car from the suburbs to an office building in the city. Today, we fly in jet packs from blimp cities to subterranean bunkers deep beneath the scorched earth. Also, women are working more and cooking less, and men are working less and cooking more. But let me be clear, we’re cooking because it impress the hell out of women. Are women too easily impressed? Maybe. Keep reading »
- Buy small appliances such as toasters, microwaves, and can openers that can be mounted underneath cabinets.
- Swap a knife blick for a magnetic strip on the wall.
- Instead of storing utensils in a canister, install a stainless steel rod with matching S hooks on the backsplash and hang utensils out of the way but still within arm’s reach. Read more…
I’ve been a vegetarian for 20 years, and have been dating about as long. Being a vegetarian isn’t weird, and dating shouldn’t be, but sometimes dating-while-vegetarian can throw a bit of a wrench in the game.
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